Do you take sex seriously?

After they discover sex, one notices they both start to look happy. Good old oxytocin.
This is usually a second law of thermodynamics situation. No love no happiness, and love rarely lasts(between partners, incest doesn't count).
 
Never heard of him. But If he was a precursor influence for Monty Python, then maybe...
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Long time before MP and after! I prefer him to MP, his laugh was so infectious. John Clease walk in faulty towers take some beating!
 
Yeah, and then you see a guy and a girl flirting in the pub and you are reminded of the absurdity of 2 pigeons displaying and are glad to be beyond all that!
"As an old Jew to say: impotence would be better, at least to live for yourself".
 
At the risk of oversharing, I had the exact opposite experience.

I learned (from whom, I shall not say) that an orgasm and a hollering, gut-shaking belly laugh are two sides of the same coin.

Sharing them with someone - all simultaneously, with the former immediately blending into the latter - is about as close to earthly transcendence and total release as it is possible to get.
Bollocks.

Saying that it probably does happen to you because you are of a special mind.

After thinking more, you must be right because Spike had a few kids!
 
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I suspect Q was making a joke on DaveW's...awkward sentence structure. It sort of bears out the advice mods always give over at SF DOT NET, always take time to edit your posts.
 
Jesoosi Christoosi, DaveW stepped right into that one. It would have been criminal if Q had let it pass.
 
Marillion were always a rather cheesy bunch, but they had some moments in their early days with their Gabriel-era Genesis obsession combined with '80s guitar pedals and hideous drum processing. "Garden Party" is full of double entendre and puns re: Cambridge poshness and sexytime stuff, half of which probably necessitates a glossary for non-English sorts:

Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play,
Social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers,
Edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber,
Time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still Cam waters
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh God not again, not again
Apertifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer
Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
(May I be so bold as to suggest Othello)
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
Beagling on the downs Oh please come they say
Rugger is the tops a game for men they say
Thank God they say
I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking
So welcome, it's a party
Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Posers pose pressmen flash, flash, flash
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking onto Royal arms,
Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds
Oh what a crowd
Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say
Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say
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Punting on the Cam with Romana II

 
Marillion were always a rather cheesy bunch, but they had some moments in their early days with their Gabriel-era Genesis obsession combined with '80s guitar pedals and hideous drum processing. "Garden Party" is full of double entendre and puns re: Cambridge poshness and sexytime stuff, half of which probably necessitates a glossary for non-English sorts:

Garden Party held today, invites call the debs to play,
Social climbers polish ladders, wayward sons again have fathers,
Edgy eggs and queing cumbers, rudely wakened from their slumber,
Time has come again for slaughter on the lawns by still Cam waters
Champagne corks are firing at the sun again
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Straafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Oh God not again, not again
Apertifs consumed en masse display their owners on the grass
Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer
Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why not and should they oughta
Please don't lie on the grass, unless accompanied by a fellow,
(May I be so bold as to suggest Othello)
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
Beagling on the downs Oh please come they say
Rugger is the tops a game for men they say
Thank God they say
I'm punting, I'm beagling, I'm wining, reclining, I'm rucking, I'm fucking
So welcome, it's a party
Angie chalks another blue, mother smiles she did it too
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Posers pose pressmen flash, flash, flash
Smiles polluted with false charm, locking onto Royal arms,
Society columns now ensured, return to mingle with the crowds
Oh what a crowd
Punting on the Cam, oh please do come they say
Beagling on the downs, oh please so come they say
Garden party held today they say
Oh please do come, oh please do come, they say
-----
Punting on the Cam with Romana II

Hideous doesn't begin to describe those drums. Yeah, you can plainly hear the Gabriel influence.
 
Hideous doesn't begin to describe those drums. Yeah, you can plainly hear the Gabriel influence.
It's funny, you listen to instruments during music. They are background noise to vocal performance to me, but most of my acquaintances prefer your bag.
 
It's funny, you listen to instruments during music. They are background noise to vocal performance to me, but most of my acquaintances prefer your bag.
I kind of listen to everything in music, hear what each instrument is doing along with the vocals. It's important for me as a weekend warrior semi-pro who has learned hundreds of tunes over the years. I'll be learning "Ramble On' later on today.
 
I kind of listen to everything in music, hear what each instrument is doing along with the vocals. It's important for me as a weekend warrior semi-pro who has learned hundreds of tunes over the years. I'll be learning "Ramble On' later on today.
Aye, music itself is background noise, important, to give meaning to the lyrics. To me.
 
Aye, music itself is background noise, important, to give meaning to the lyrics. To me.
Lyrics are important to me, as well. It's great to see songs that are so well crafted lyrically such that the music could be taken away and the song remains the same.
 
Lyrics are important to me, as well. It's great to see songs that are so well crafted lyrically such that the music could be taken away and the song remains the same.
I am exactly the opposite. Always have been.

For me, vocals are literally an instrument - a complex one, but an instrument nonetheless.

It's not that I don't hear the words; it's that forming the metaphors and images from those words seems to occupy a different part of my brain than the actual music-listening part. I can listen to the melody, or I can listen to the words and mentally "mute" the melody (so that it's more Iike listening to poetry). When I sing them to myself, I mostly phoneticize the lyrics or "do-wop-de-bop" them - unless I know the song really well.

I am constantly amazed at friends who say "I really like this line where they say X X X. Such imagery", and I say "I ... hadn't thought what the words mean until just now. I see what you mean."

(Cue DaveW calling me a liar in 3...2...1...) :D
 
For me, vocals are literally an instrument - a complex one, but an instrument nonetheless.
Totally agree. I found that one needs to practice singing more than they need to practice their instrument. With the instrument, the muscle memory comes back quickly but the vocals need a couple of weeks of daily one hour practice to come back. Its a pain in the ass.
 
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